Kurt Connors

New York, the top floor of the Osborn Group

Inside Harry Osborn's private office

Harry Osborn stood before the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the bustling cityscape below. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

The Osborn family curse... that damn genetic disease. At last, there was hope of finding a solution.

Based on his research over the past while, the so-called genetic disease was essentially a malignant proliferation of a retrovirus.

Simply put, a "time bomb" lurked within the gene sequences of both him and his father, Norman Osborn.

During gene transcription, this defective sequence continuously produced substances that were extremely harmful to the body.

These substances accelerated cellular aging, causing the body's functions to deteriorate at an astonishing rate until it completely collapsed.

In the original story, the solution his old man believed in was a "body-enhancing drug"...

It was a military project based on the World War II Super Soldier Project, intended to replicate the Super-Soldier Serum injected into Captain America.

The serum could greatly enhance the body's resilience, allowing it to withstand the erosion of the harmful substances and even granting the user superhuman strength.

But this only treated the symptoms, not the cause. It did nothing to stop the harmful substances from being produced in the first place.

There was nothing for it. In this world, in this era, human technology hadn't yet reached the point where it could delve into genetics.

Harry's gaze flickered as his fingertips tapped lightly against the glass.

But now, he had a solution: the gene-editing technology from the world of Guyver!

The humans of that world were biological weapons—living prototypes created billions of years ago by the advanced alien civilization known as the Creators!

To prepare for their wars across the universe, the Creators had made humanity. With further modifications, humans could easily be transformed into Zoanthropes of various types.

They had then created the Zoalords, who served as command towers. Archanphel could control Zoanthropes through brain waves.

By chance, the Creators had equipped a human with their standard-issue Bio-Armor, known as Unit G.

What they hadn't expected was that when a human bonded with a Guyver, they could unleash terrifying power far beyond that of an ordinary Zoanthrope.

More importantly, humans equipped with Guyvers were immune to the brain waves of the Creators and the Zoalords...

When they realized that the weapons they had created might slip beyond their control, the "Creators" were gripped by fear.

A weapon they couldn't control was worthless.

So the Creators abandoned Earth and their "creations," then hurriedly left, summoning a meteorite to destroy the planet. But the Zoalord Archanphel stopped them.

Hundreds of millions of years later, the biological technology they had left behind—including their in-depth analysis of genes and the means to modify them—was inherited by an organization called Chronos.

That was why he could use the technology from that world to root out the Osborn family curse!

Harry took a deep breath, forcing down his excitement.

Worlds differed from one another. For instance, his world had no Chakra or Primordial Qi.

Even if he trained according to the methods of One-Punch Man and Naruto, he wouldn't gain any abilities.

So the only question was, how much of the technology from the Guyver world could he reproduce?

All of it would require extensive experiments to verify, refine, and adapt.

And all of that required resources.

A massive amount of resources!

His laboratory and small research team weren't enough to verify any of this.

He was Norman Osborn's son, yes, but that didn't mean he could do whatever he wanted.

Did he really think the old geezers on the board would willingly pour astronomical sums into his so-called "future technology," which sounded like pure fantasy?

Dream on.

Unless... he could produce tangible results they couldn't refuse!

Harry's gaze sharpened. He had to gain enough influence within Osborn Corp!

He already had a theory and technology capable of producing results. To put them into practice, he still needed a reliable assistant with sufficient expertise.

And he had already spent a long time considering who to choose...

The next day

Osborn Group, Biological Research Division, Dr. Kurt Connors's laboratory.

Dr. Kurt Connors, looking somewhat haggard in his white coat, watched the company heir before him, who seemed far too young.

"Harry... Uh, Mr. Osborn, what can I do for you?"

Dr. Connors adjusted his glasses, his only remaining left hand clenching unconsciously.

"Dr. Connors, just call me Harry."

"Take a look at this. I'd like to hear your professional opinion."

Harry handed over a tablet, a warm smile on his face.

The man before him was the candidate he'd spent so long looking for: the supervillain from Spider-Man, the Lizard Professor.

Just like in the original story, Norman Osborn had funded his experiments in the hope of curing the Osborn family's genetic disease.

Dr. Connors took the tablet with a puzzled look and focused on the paper displayed on its screen.

The title read—[A Proposal for Targeted Gene Segment Deletion and Repair Based on Guide Sequences, and Its Potential Applications].

After only a few glances, Dr. Connors's expression turned serious, and he began reading in earnest.

At first, Dr. Connors skimmed quickly. But before long, he slowed down, his brow furrowing as his finger repeatedly scrolled across the screen. Unconsciously, he murmured under his breath:

"Guide sequences... targeted cleavage... How... how could it be this precise?

"Cas9... No, the description here sounds more like a programmable biological enzyme complex..."

"Mr. Osborn! This proposal... the mechanism it describes... If—I mean, if its core principles could be verified... My God! This is simply..."

His voice trembled with excitement. His only remaining left hand gripped the edge of the tablet so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

His eyes were bloodshot—not from exhaustion, but from sheer shock and exhilaration.

The concepts and feasibility demonstrated by this technical proposal went far beyond anything he knew. It was no exaggeration to say that it was a full era ahead of current technology on Earth!

Using a special biological enzyme complex, guided by RNA, to find a specific gene sequence in cellular DNA like a precision-guided missile, then cut, replace, or repair it like a pair of scissors!

In theory, this technology was like a precision DNA scalpel, capable of targeted gene editing!

If that was possible...

Dr. Connors's gaze suddenly burned with intensity. He thought of the research he'd been working on all along!

He studied the regenerative abilities of lizards, trying to apply those genetic traits to humans and regrow severed limbs.

But the biggest challenge was how to precisely control gene expression and editing while avoiding uncontrollable side effects!

His earlier serum experiments had produced highly inconsistent results and could even be called dangerous!

This technical proposal before him was like a door opening onto an entirely new world!

If he could apply this precise gene-editing technology to his research on regenerative serum...

He could make the gene-editing process controllable! Stable! Safe!

Then it wouldn't just be cancer that could be cured—regrowing severed limbs would no longer be a dream!

And they could even do more...

"Harry... This technology... If... if it really works...

"It'll change the history of medicine! No, it'll change the world!!"

Dr. Connors's voice trembled slightly with excitement.

Harry looked at the fire burning in Dr. Connors's eyes and nodded with satisfaction.

There wasn't a single scientist who could resist this kind of temptation...

"That's right, Dr. Connors. It'll change the world.

"And we'll be the ones to change it.

"So, Dr. Connors, would you like to join me and create this miracle?"

Harry's smile remained unchanged as he stepped forward, gently patted Dr. Connors on the shoulder, and gazed at him with bright, intent eyes.

In biology, every discovery was built upon countless experiments: sifting through vast amounts of data to find that one chance result, then reproducing it.

But he was different. He'd brought over mature theories from another world—like shooting an arrow first and drawing the target afterward.

So he needed a professional team to help him verify the technology...

At his words, Dr. Connors couldn't help but feel his blood stirring.

Changing the world...

What could excite a scientist more than that?

What's more, it held out the hope of curing his own disability!

"Mr. Osborn, please, let me... Let me join you!"